My family, that I live with, are the people who will love me and be there for me no matter what. They are there to pick me up in my hard times and to share in my joy. They never give up on me and we will do whatever it takes to stay together; such as compromise, communicate, sacrifice and most of all, love one another. They are my heart and soul next to God. I never tell them enough how proud I am of them and how thankful I am to be here with them. I complain way too much.
It is Saturday night and, my son, grandson and I spent time together using the air pump to blow-up toys for the pool. I feel blessed that God has given me the chance for a do-over.

I have created this blog,"Belonging to a Family", to connect with family and my feelings about family. I would like to explore what it means to belong to a family. I have my own definition for family, but I know family means something different to each one of us.
 If I could have created my own family it would look like the TV series, "Blue Bloods." Family dinners, treating each other with respect, loving, listening and giving meaningful advice, even when it is not what we wanted to hear.  However, I did not have anyone writing my perfect life script, so let me explore how it looks, how it feels and how it really is. This is an adventure that hopefully will be therapeutic for me so that I can put my family into perspective, and accept things for what they are.